
Thunder clouds in the distance
the promise of a storm to come
his touch is firm on my flesh
the earth is waiting to succumb
to the reign of terror in the sky
the promise of a fury unleashed
the air is electric, feelings are charged
mother nature is in control of the beast
blue sky falls into the abyss
the ceiling of night turns to gray
energy ignites with the coming storm
feelings, for now, are at bay
his grip remains strong on my skin
his eyes search for the sign
thunder crashes, lightning explodes
the moods begin to align
I turn to him under mottled clouds
the earth opens its spring
water cascades over exposed flesh
the symphony of love starts to sing
his touch brings more power
than the lightning casts from the sky
bodies churn in the shower of rain
under the cover of nigh
before the storm the feeling lived
but now its fury is unleashed
hands roam, bodies entwine
the power of nature is released
his body is mine, and mine is his
the storm can not debate
the true love felt under stormy skies
the honesty of love will not wait
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Romantic Monday seems to inspire the poet in me. I took the subject line literally and the storm seemed to bring something out in me. Thanks Edward Hotspur!